misha: hi *slight recollection*
me: hi, i’m the one who has *pulls up shorts to show him my tattoo of him*
misha: holy. fucking. shit. *visibly shook, hands on the table, leaning back in his chair*
me: i don’t know if you remember or not- (showed him at chi)
misha: i do- what does it say underneath? *peeks again*
me: oh, *waves it off* queen of the ocean. it’s a titanic reference
misha: *smiles* ah, perfect *signs his name*
me: and i was wondering if you could maybe write something-
misha: *stares at me*
me: -like i don’t care what. whatever you put i’ll get tattooed next to it
misha: *continues staring, then looks to the paper* this is a tremendous amount of pressure
me, tired af and Done™ with today: it’s cool, you don’t have to if you don’t wanna
misha: *writes this*
me, internally: fuck yes perfection :D
